I want to write about fashion today.

 

I do not want to face my blind spots. The ways I am privileged and didn’t know it. A friend said it best on Facebook, sharing how Lent is making her pause and consider her own loss, racism, and pain.

 

It’s not just out there.

 

I wish it was.

I hate my naivete at times. The idealism that can smooth away hundreds of years of struggle and injustice. That is genuinely shocked at what is still brewing in our hearts as a nation.

 

In my heart.

 

There’s so much to learn. Every stone turned over makes me wince. I want to let it thud back down, leave the darkness unexposed.

 

Yes. I want to write about fashion today.

 

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A new resource.